National Novel Writing Month
NaNoWriMoMy sister took part in this last year (with great success!) and as she's busy with exams this year managed to talk me into it. So, I write - without any plan, characters, or plot points. I was a blank slate as this began, in that wonderfully receptive but outwardly oafish phase that made me look like an idiot in English class. This is the day on which you ask me no questions, Mr Wallace!
I'm simply writing, enjoying the act of creation and exploring the ideas that bounce around inside my head. I'm also trying not to think too much about Jess when she did this: I remember her excitement, her passion for it. She's a writer, most definitely. I've just trusting that some the strength of the countless books I've read has rubbed off on me! So far, I've discerned some of Karen Armstrong's History of God, quite a bit of Robert Jordan, and maybe a tiny piece of Victor Hugo's Notre Dame. Smidgens of The Jackal of Nar?
So, other than that wonderfully varied masterpiece-in-the-making, this last week has been an attempt to find some shape (having gladly eaten two months' worth of traditional English food when overseas), get a job (fingers crossed!) and make the final arrangements for funding my studies next year. Oh joyous lists.
Does it need saying that this entry is an attempt to procrastinate? A very successful one, too. :-D Might go do that some more.
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